My Peaceful Seat

I’ve a seat in my garden
where I can sit in the sun
as it sets in the West
when the daytime is done
It’s just the birdsong and me
and the soft evening light
An admirable setting
to sit here and write

And when the words are all done
and my pen is quite still
I will sit and be peaceful
‘Til I’ve had my fill
It’s a wonderful place
and I’m grateful for it
My seat in the garden
in the sun where I sit

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Photo – light globe captured from my ‘peaceful’ seat – Jempics

Easter smiled

Shadow of a crown of thorns
upon there on the wall
Contrasted in the brightness
sweetest thing I saw

Easter in reflection
The people bowed and prayed
Silence as the Spirit moved
His presence there portrayed

And kneeling in the quiet
the sun became the Son
as Easter with forgiveness
smiled on everyone

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Photo – Jempics

The Nottingham & Beeston

In Nottingham the waters
of the canal are quite tranquil
with new building now reflected
in the waters quiet and still
Iron rings along the towpath
remain in situ there
Yet no more to fasten barges
with slow horses unaware

Those days to passing memory
are I’m afraid resigned
Another age and fashion
to this place are now aligned
In fact the only traffic
in this peaceful place today
is my good self composing
some words along the way

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Photo – the Nottingham & Beeston Canal 2017, Nottingham, UK – Jempics

Southend

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Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow

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Photo – Southend seafront, Essex, UK – Jempics

Sometimes I can fly

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Sometimes I can fly
High above like a bird I soar
and look down to the sea
and the rolling waves
and the white horses galloping there
And I sing

Sometimes I can fly
High above like a bird I soar
and look down to the earth
and the rolling hills
and the green of undulating downland
And I smile

Sometimes I can fly
High above like a bird on the wing
and look down from a mind’s eye
and a different world
and a peace born of contentment
And I am

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Finding your sublime

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Yes, I know it’s winter out there
and it’s miserable and wet
But with your imagination
A little summer I can get
It’s really not that difficult
your mind’s eye is what you need
and a willingness to just let go
and listen as agreed
Close your eyes and see the scene
a meadow full of flowers
Bathed in golden sunlight
for hours and hours and hours
You’re wandering there, but by and by
you lie down beneath a tree
and simply watch the world go by
A fine picture, you’ll agree
And the beauty of this journey
is that you can go there any time
Just close your eyes and drift away
and find your own sublime

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Time II

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Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

Sometimes I wish time would slow down
though often not without a frown
As when I feel like I will drown
I hanker after more

Somewhere there’s a place where I
won’t care for time and simply lie
I’ll watch it come and pass me by
and never want for more

©Jemverse

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